Heavy rain
Alone in my humble chamber
Shadows of the droplets hitting the side of the windows

I remember
I remember your smile
I remember the ways you talk and you
The way the sun rays hit on you that day when we said good bye

All I can do is to remember you
Nothing more

The way you look at her
I hate it too much
The way you see the world
I love it too much

It's beautiful

But you have no room for me
So I bury my thoughts
Thinking one day they'll sink right into the ocean
Wondering if death would ever set me free

Keep sinking
Keep sinking
I just keep sinking

You don't even care
You don't even care
And I know

You better run
The quicker the better
You better run
Run, run away from this place

You better hide
You better hide
Quick, you should be hiding by now
Hide, hide from this place

There's no place for you
There's no place for you here
There's no place for someone like you

You don't have to be here

I don't belong here

But I don't belong anywhere else either

Sadness can be such a weight

Enough to drag me straight into depths
And leave me drowning

Screaming for help but dead stuck

Hey Mr. Grumpy

Why do you have to hate me so much?
Is it the way I talk, or the way I dress? Or just the way I'm

Please don't hate me so much

Because your heart is icy cold

So cold that it haunts me
Day and night
It haunts me enough to become my habit

Day and night
It's your icy cold heart that keeps me alive

Now everything I'm having feels like the second best

The meals I have
The laughter that clothed my days
The nights I spend alone

It's unfair to the life I'm living
But it hurts to blind my feelings

I don't see the meaning in everything anymore.
The cycles people gladly drag themselves in;
The brag about the glass thin love.

No meaning.
Everything under the sun is meaningless.

I hate the idea of moving on
Letting go, again
Just so to dive into something else

Letting time split through
And get healed
Just so to get hurt again

Probably it's true
One person is enough to destroy you

Time is wasted
When you're not with me
Because time is simply time, nothing more

Time is gold
When you're with me
But now, i'll always be short of time

I dream about you all the time.

Morning, evening, night
Of how life can be like with and without you
And the dreams themselves destroy me.
Everyday

You will never know the true colors of your best friend
Until you work,
Travel,
And analyze the way she manipulates boys

Can i please see you?

The soonest?

I don't need to see you but I want to see you.

I hate how good looking individuals exploit their looks to take advantage of any situation just so to gain favor and attention.

It's disgusting but it's what that shapes our society today
Sickening humanity

The wait has been too long
I've been waiting since I got hold of how reality works
How meaningless life would be without love

Waiting for that mutual realization
Of a common vision of having life spent together

I hate that you took my breath away
And took off

Pain inspires us to search for happiness.
But happiness kills inspiration.

I feel alive because of the complete deadness that overwhelms.

We're all but slaves of our dreams.

Truly free,
Only when we free ourselves.

I can't seem to see the silver lining.
That silver lining that people seem to be seeing and living with.

Am I missing it,
Or it's nothing but a myth?

Why does it hurts so much to let go of things that aren't ever yours at the first place?

I'll be surer than ever,
That, I don't belong here.

You're my hurricane.

Yet in my dreams, I brought you home.
Placed you beside my ears,
You whispering.
Only to calm the raging hurricane in me.

I want to explore the secrets of the world.
But I just can't do it alone, with you in my mind.

I just can't.

You.

You remind me of my dreams and visions that have you included.
Now they're just there.
Part of the air I breathe into everyday.

It hurts to tear them off.
It hurts, too, to breathe them in.

Feels like yesterday.
The day we last meet.

And I woke up with the same feeling today.
And yesterday.
And the day before yesterday,
and the day..

Yes, you're beautiful.
Yes, you're beautiful.
Even if the whole world denies it. Yes, you're beautiful.

Everyday, I remind myself.
And the cycle continues.

I wonder how it feels like - to die young.

To carry the weight of secrets.
To carry the abundance of high hopes and beautiful desires.
And disappear.

Is Heaven now your listener?

Are you an overachiever?

They call us the cool kids.
But they look straight into our eyes with that stare.

That stare.
Smells like jealousy. But sympathy it is.

Can you please lend me your eyes?
Don't be long, I promise.

Please, let me show you what I see in you.

I love the moonlight.
Almost like an invitation to a far away dreamland.

But even the moonlight becomes you.

You.

Something mysterious about you that hunts me.
Something pathetic about the way your eyes shine when  you look straight at me.

Oh yes, I'm talking to you.
Pretty faces.

Stop complaining. At least you have a pretty face.
How hard can life be for you?

What do you get when a woman and man both married the wrong person?

Our parents.

How can life be both bitter and sweet?

Is almost like you're caught on fire and someone keeps pouring water to extinguish but you can not run away from feeling the pain.